Mouse in Harr(iet) Potter 2 (Patreon)

I was once again fulfilling my primary job of fluff-blanket/heat source, this time in a rickety old shack on some rock in the middle of the ocean. Yeah, after the first night, the Hogwarts letters kept coming in such a deluge that I’d not had nearly as much time in coaching Harriet as I’d have liked. Back seats of cars, cramped hotel rooms, and a shack in the middle of a rainstorm aren’t exactly the most conductive towards [s]corrupting[/s] teaching a bright young girl.

Still, with me here, Harriet felt no need to draw a birthday cake on the dusty floor, instead simply snuggling up close to my belly and murmuring softly, “You’re the best birthday present ever, Pad.”

…dammit heart, stop with the feels. You’re supposed to be lewding the loli, not…

[b][i]GIANT-BLOOD[/b][/i]

My head perked up as a strange scent filled my nose. I don’t know how I knew, but there was something with giant’s blood approaching. Standing, my hackles rose and I gave a low growl as Harriet rubbed at her eyes and whatever it was came to a stop outside the door to the shack.

“Pad? What’s…” Harriet’s question trailed off as there were three thunderous bangs on the door to the shack.

Instincts reared their head, and without fully understanding what I was doing, I pulled on a wellspring of energy, focused it into my throat and lungs, before all of it rushed out as I gave a furious, [i]bellowing [b]BARK[/b][/i]. A roar of concentrated sound and air blasted from my muzzle, racing towards the door of the shack and knocking it off the old hinges into whomever was on the other side.

“Blimey!” a rough voice from the other side of the door shouted in surprise before stepping around the door and into the shack, putting the door back in place as he did.

I didn’t stop growling, and stood protectively over Harriet even as the wastes of space that called themselves her family all came to the main room. Lingering scraps of energy, left over from my bark, danced along my teeth as I bared them. The giant-blooded man turned around, only for his beady black eyes to widen in shock.

“Blimey, where’d ye get this big fella, Harriet?” he asked, his voice low in awe and a bit of reverence. While the thought of being worshiped is nice, that’s not the kind of worshiping I want and he is way too much dude for it as well.

“I demand you leave at once sir! You are breaking and entering!” the walrus shouted, trying to make himself seem important. No one bought it.

Case in point, “Dry up Dursley ye great prune.”

“How do you know my name?” Harriet asked from her position behind me, no way I was letting anyone that big get within arms length of her without my say so. Yes, intellectually I remembered that Hagrid’s too damn gentle, but got to set up myself as devoted protector early.

“I knew yer parents, James an’ Lily were some o’ the best folks I knew. Lily fer sure’d be pleased as punch ye got a foo dog protectin’ ye.”

A what? “A what?”

What followed was a condensed explanation of foo dogs. Apparently I didn’t get stuffed into the body of an “ordinary” bear-sized dog, I got stuffed into the body of a magical bear-sized dog. One whose power is tied to a person or place that I’m protecting, the more/stronger things I’m protecting the more powerful I become.

There was an old saying about them that Hagrid thought meant, “Smart enough to talk, wise enough not to,” but he wasn’t sure of the translation. Apparently I was the first one to have been seen further west than Persia, and I was also the first one to have specifically bound myself to someone as young as Harriet.

Eventually, I relaxed enough that Harriet felt comfortable approaching Hagrid who offered her a birthday cake before he started telling her about Hogwarts and being a wizard. I plopped myself on the floor, and Harriet leaned against my side whilst I kept one eye on Hagrid and the other eye on the cake. Smells like dutch chocolate. I know chocolate is bad for dogs, but I’m sure I’ll be able to convince Harriet to give me a slice… or two… half the cake?

Either way, I made sure Cousin Lardass didn’t get any of it. If I can’t have any, neither shall you!

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“Jus ta warn ye, yer rather famous. Might wanna hide behind Pad, there,” Hagrid warned Harriet before he opened the door to a pub that looked like it belonged on a Sherlock Holmes set, in the slums.

I let my hackles stiffen, not raised yet but still ready in warning before following after him. Almost immediately I was hit with a blast of a scent that made me sneeze. Once, twice, three times before I got myself under control.

“You okay, Pad?” Harriet asked, scratching behind my ears as I adjusted to the palpable stench of [b][i]MAGIC[/b][/i]. I gave her a lick across the cheek to reassure her, but in all honesty it was going to be some time before I could sort out any scents beyond the amount of magic in the air.

Fortunately, my presence prevented a stampede of well wishers like happened in canon, but that might have been Hagrid somehow being smart enough to figure out that telling a bunch of people that a famous preteen was in their midst was a bad idea. Whodda thunk it?

Still, I spent most of the shopping trip with an extremely itchy nose. About the only things strong enough to penetrate the [b][i]MAGIC[/b][/i] were the overwhelming smell of [b][i]GOBLIN[/b][/i] and the hint of [b][i]DRAGON[/b][/i] as we got Harriet some moolah.

Books, potion supplies, all the bare necessities were obtained easily, the only thing of interest happened in getting fitted for robes. A blonde was also getting fitted, and it seems that the fitting involves zilch outerwear because she was standing on a stool in a pair of knee-high socks, black shoes, green panties, and that was it. Leaving the rest of her ivory pale skin exposed, from her smooth thighs to her just beginning to bud breasts topped by pink, perky nipples. Harriet swallowed before glancing at me. I stared back at her and waggled my eyebrows, making her give a nervous chuckle before she started undressing. As she did, I walked over to the side and laid down, resting my head on my paws as I enjoyed the show.

“Hogwarts too?” the blonde girl asked. I felt like there was something important that I was forgetting about this whole situation, but for the life of me I was drawing a blank on what it could be.

“Yeah,” Harriet answered as she slipped her shirt over her head.

“Know what house you’ll be in? Although I suppose no one actually knows until they get there, but my entire family’s been in Slytherin for centuries, so odds are I’ll be there.”

“Not sure, honestly so long as they let Pad come along I’ll be fine,” Harriet said as she bent over to pull her jeans off, nodding to me when she mentioned my name. To make sure it was obvious who she was talking about, I lifted my head up from my paws.

“I… don’t think dogs are allowed. Or at least, I’ve never heard of anyone bringing a dog to Hogwarts.”

“I was told he’s a foo dog, would that make a difference?”

Blonde turned to give Harriet an incredulous look, “Foo dogs are only found in Asia, whoever told you that was mistaken.”

I tuned out the rest of the conversation, instead enjoying the visual banquet of scantily clad girls. This was the life. Now to figure out a way to get Harriet alone so I could finally get some personal relief! Seriously, the last week I’ve had her in close proximity, snuggling up into my fur, but we’ve had absolutely zero privacy in long enough time frames for me to continue [s]corrupting[/s] coaching her!

“All done, dearie,” the woman told the blonde, who hopped down from her previous perch. Rather than heading over to a pile of clothes on a chair next to her, she instead walked over to me and scratched me behind my right ear.

“I hope you do get to bring him, he’s magnificent,” she told Harriet, giggling as my leg kicked against the floor.

Right, she’s going to become Harriet’s friend if I have any say in it. To show my approval of her scritching, I gave her a few friendly licks. The fact that my licks were focused on her perky nipples was a coincidence, really.

[b][i]PLUCKED[/i][/b]

“Delphina, it’s time to go,” an older woman’s voice called out, drawing my attention from the loli witch in front of me.

“Yes, Mother,” the blonde, apparently named Delphina, said before rushing off to her clothes.

I gave the elegantly dressed woman a look up and down as her daughter got dressed. Tall-ish, bleached blonde hair with pinched features, she was looking at me with a measured, almost confused expression on her face. All in all, not as pretty as Harriet or her daughter, but still breedable. By the time Harriet and Delphina graduate Hogwarts, I swear that I will have planted at least one litter of my puppies in her MILFy garden.

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“This sure is a nice room, don’t you think so Pad?” Harriet asked as we entered the rented room above the Leaky Cauldron. Apparently someone told Tom to put the two of us up in a room until September and to charge them. I have a hunch as to who it was, and while I was certainly grateful, there was something much more important to take care of at the moment.

Gently butting my head against Harriet’s back, I nudged her towards the bed. As soon as she saw where I was pushing her, Harriet’s face turned bright red.

“Pad? You want…” she trailed off, thinking back to the barkeep telling her that all the rooms had silencing charms, so not to worry about my barking waking up anyone else staying in nearby rooms.

Giving her an affirmative bark, I gave the bed a pointed look before meeting her gaze once again. I’m not sure exactly how tall I am, but at a guess I’d say that I’m about an inch or two taller than Harriet, because the top of her head is eye level for me. This, combined with my greater mass, means that if I want her to do something there’s little she can do to stop me. The fact that I’d secured the spot of the first positive influence in her life means that even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t.

If she wanted to, and from the surge of arousal I was smelling coming from her, she was very much in favor of what was about to happen. I still had some more [s]corrupting[/s] coaching to do before I took her virginity, but we’d get there soon enough.